Author's note. Optimus isn't going to be in this story, not properly until much later. However, I've added a little bit showing what his thoughts are for you all to enjoy.

Remember, I accept suggestions and a big thanks to all those who have suggested stuff.

Enjoy and please review.

Every night I dream of you.

It may not seem like it but you are constantly in my thoughts, even more so since I saw Spike and Carly together. It made me ache with longing for you, both physically and mentally.

What have you been doing all these years? Have you left Cybertron to find more Energon or have you clung on in the hope that we might return.

Forgive me for keeping you waiting if that is what you have been doing. To me, not much time has actually passed since we saw one another but I know to you it must have seemed like eternity.

The first few Earth mouths since we awoke have been hectic, building a proper base, learning about this planet, forming alliances with the humans, battling the Megatron and his Decepticons, the list simply goes on.

We have no way to reach Cybertron apart from the Space Bridge and Megatron jealously guards it. Otherwise, I would go to Cybertron in an instant, just so I could see you again, make sure that you are unharmed.

You don't know how much I regret leaving you behind, but somehow had too, to protect the remaining citizens. There had always been the possibility we would not return and I admit there lay my selfish reason for not letting you come.

I wanted to protect you.

I pray to Primus that soon I can do just that and take you in my arms again.

Elita, forgive me.

Elita's POV.

Elita groaned as she groggily opened her optics. She had a massive processor ache that seemed to be thumping against her helm. What had happened?

"So, you're finally awake,"

She sat up with a gasp and looked around to see Hook standing over by a table, cleaning some equipment. And that's when she remembered what had happened to her, Soundwave had invaded her mind and tried to information about her dear mentor Alpha Trion.

"I was wondering how long it would take," Hook said conversationally as he laid the tool he had just cleaned down and picked another. "You've been out for most of the morning."

"I suppose Soundwave got what he wanted then," Elita said dully as she slowly swung her legs off the berth so that she was sitting perched on it.

"Actually no," Hook said calmly and she looked up at him in amazement.

"You've apparently got an impressive firewall that stops him looking at any information on Alpha Trion."

"I do?" she said in wonder, that was news to her.

"Yes and Megatron's not happy," Hook said as he picked up a scanner and made his way over to her.

"Good," Elita said with a smirk, it served him right.

"Don't get cocky with him, missy," Hook warned as he scanned her.

"Megatron maybe holding back with you but if you push him and you open yourself for attack, you will regret it."

Elita blushed but he was right, Megatron wouldn't hesitate to punish her if she gave him the opportunity. Hook finished scanning her and then said.

"Someone will be along shortly to collect you, Megatron wants you in the Rec Room with him,"

She sighed heavily, back to Megatron's delightful presence. As she sat there, Hook produced that hated chain and attached it to the collar at her neck. She hadn't noticed it was gone before but now it was back. She groaned softly.

Hook didn't say anything more, just carried on with his duties while she sat there. Eventually, the door slid open and Soundave appeared. Elita tensed at the sight of him, the memory of him forcing himself into her mind still fresh.

"Come," he said simply, after walking over and taking the chain end.

She obeyed, knowing nothing would come out of her being difficult except punishment. They walked in silence the entire way. There were Mechs about but the glare Soundave directed at them meant few comments were thrown her way.

At long last, they reached the Rec Room and Soundwave led her inside to where Megatron and Starscream were. The Seeker was sprawled on a chair, idly reading a data pad while Megatron was standing at the window which showed the watery outside.

"Look Megatron, Sounwave's brought your pet," Starscream said with a smirk as Soundwave took her over to Megatron.

Megatron turned slightly and smiled.

"Thank you Soundwave," he said holding out a hand for the chain end before turning back to the window as Soundwave handed it to him.

"Your dismissed, Soundwave," Megatron added, not bothering to turn around.

Elita was left standing behind him as Soundwave bowed and then left. She could feel Starscream's optics on her but she ignored them.

Instead she also stared out the window at the vast depths. She had never seen anything like it, no large ocean existed on Cybertron, in fact barely any water existed at all there. Strange creatures were lazily drifting past, not bothered by the robots that were staring at them.

But the silence didn't last long, Megatron suddenly turned to smile at her.

"I think it's time for you to start your duties Elita,"

He pressed a small remote and a little drone on wheels came whizzing over. With a smirk, Megatron bent and fasten the chain to it before straightening to face her.

"I want this room's floor scrubbed, you will find everything you need in that cabinet over there," he said indicating a point at a far wall.

"This drone will ensure you don't dawdle."

He pressed another button and this seemed to properly activate it. Elita was jerked as it started whizzing over to the cabinet and she was forced to follow it. Once she reached the cabinet door, the drone buzzed and it opened revealing cleaning supplies.

She sighed and then grabbed a container on wheels, a scrubbing brush and some cleaning liquid. There was a tap inside the storage compartment, so she quickly filled the container with hot water and cleaning solution.

The drone buzzed again as she exited then tugged her over to a corner of the room, forcing her to drag the container with her. Ignoring the chuckling Mechs, she got to her knees and started.

It was very boring work, made worse by the fact she was being watched. Pretty soon, her arms and hands ached from all the hard scrubbing she was doing. Her back was sore from all the bending over but she ignored the pain and gritted her teeth. Slowly but surely, the entire Rec Room floor was cleaned.

What really made her temper rise was the drone that had been assigned to her. If it felt she was going to slow or taking too long a break, it would give a hard yank on her chain. The fifth time this happened, she almost crashed into the water container.

She swore under her breath as it buzzed imperiously and waited for her to continue. She promised herself that the first opportunity she got, she'd smash it to bits.

At long, long last, she'd finished and could put those cleaning materials away. Her hands felt raw from the hot water and cleaning solution but she didn't care. At least it was done.

Before she could have a well earned sit down, that accursed drone tugged on her chain and pulled her over to where Megatron was now sitting. Starscream had left some time before that, meaning she was all alone with the Warlord.

"Well done, Elita, the place looks so much better," Megatron said with a sneer as she was dragged over to him.

She scowled, her neck really hurt now and if he didn't get rid of that little piece of scrap, she was going to slag it.

Seemingly reading her mind, Megatron smirked and released her from its clutches and sent it away. It zoomed away with a buzz that she could have sworn was smug. Megatron now indicated she could sit down and she did so gladly.

While she slumped in her welcome chair, Megatron read and wrote on some data pads. She wondered what he was going to do with her now but she hoped that she could have a proper break first, she'd been cleaning for a good couple of hours straight.

"Don't forget your entertaining the troops tonight, my dear," Megatron said, turning to give her a tight smile.

Elita said nothing, just glared in the opposite direction. But a tug on her chain forced her to look back as Megatron.

"You will make an effort tonight or I will destroy something Optimus holds dear," Megatron growled softly.

Elits stared at him.

"Something Optimus holds dear?"

Megatron grinned.

"Why yes, he's become rather fond of the native insects to this Planets, the humans. It would be such a shame if his favourites were to have a little accident, now wouldn't it?"

Elita's optics narrowed in anger.

"You slagger," she spat.

"Now now my dear," Megatron said softly, taking her chin and dragging her face close to his.

"That's no way to talk to your master,"

"You maybe my jailer," Elita said fiercely. "But you are not my master."

Megatron smiled softly and then suddenly crushed his mouth against hers. Her optics widened in shock before she started struggling but it was no use. He had a powerful grip on her chin and his other hand was pressing against the back of her head.

"Mmth, mrth," she moaned as his glossia invaded her mouth.

She was pulling uselessly at his hand, trying to make him let go. Tears were starting to appear at the ends of her optics as he ruthlessly smothered her mouth. Finally he released her and she drew back with a gasp.

He smirked and licked his lips as she panted, trying control her tears.

"You taste divine, my beauty," he sneered as he watched her.

She stared at him for a moment and then drew her fist back and punched him as hard as she could. His head snapped back at the force of the impact before snapping back.

She glared at him as he raised a hand to his face to touch the place she had hit. He actually smiled as he brought his hand back and saw the trickle of blood on his fingers. She had managed to split his lip and blood was oozing from it.

She knew she was in trouble but she had reacted on instinct which always overruled common sense.

She watched as he licked away the blood before wiping his fingers on a spare piece of cloth. He then calmly got to his feet had gave her leash a little tug so that she would follow him. They walked in silence for the entire journey, no one threw any comments her way, not with their leader there.

They finally reached Megatron's quarters where he directed her to go into. And there he beat her.

When it was over, she lay on his berth moaning slightly in pain, he had only held back so that she wouldn't be too injured that she couldn't serve Energon later in the evening. He had worn that strange smile as he had done it, almost as though he had wanted her to hit him.

Pausing at the door, he said.

"Be sure to clean yourself up Elita, it wouldn't do for the men to see you in such a state."

And with that, he left leaving the beaten Femme all alone.

Author's note. How does the evening go with the other Decepticons? Find out in the next chapter. Until then.